"Chris stop!"
Torrie screamed as she was being chased by Chris around the locker room that he was sharing with Edge. He caught up to her and picked her up, laughing as he threw her over her shoulder. She squealed and squirmed before he dumped her down on the couch playfully.
"Now you stay there," he said, laughing, "And stop going through my stuff."
"I just wanted to see if you had brought your purple tights, those are my favorite."
"Oh yes Chris, those are my favorite too," Edge said in a girly tone.
Chris just laughed and shook his head at his friends, not even wanting to know the excuses his friends were making. Yes, his friends, as odd as that sounded to his ears. The people who used to hate him had readily accepted him back into the fold. He was surprised that they didn't hate him after all the horrible things that he had done to him, but it seemed they were over it.
He could actually say he was happy. After Stephanie's betrayal, he had thought that he would be a bitter, cynical bastard for the rest of his life, but he was back to his old self, having a million different friends and tons of people to hang out with. It was a tad weird at first, awkward at best, but now he felt back at home.
As for him and Stephanie, he hadn't seen her since that night when they had fucked on the couch of her locker room. He hadn't really let himself think about that night. It had hurt, for one, but when he thought of Stephanie, laying there, it brought up memories he'd rather forget. He was glad he hadn't seen her, and had heard from his friends that she had taken a vacation for a while.
"Oh my God," Christian said, walking into the locker room with Dawn Marie on his heels.
"What?" Edge asked.
"You won't believe the gossip we just heard," Dawn said, walking over to sit on Edge's lap.
"Ok, tell us," Chris said impatiently, "Some of us hate playing the guessing game."
"Stephanie and Hunter are getting married," Christian said, a lilt of disbelief in his voice.
If Chris hadn't felt like he had been punched in the stomach, he might have noticed everyone glancing at him for his reaction. He was almost tempted to go see Stephanie and tell her what a phenomenally huge mistake she was about to make. That's what the old Chris would've done, but he wasn't the old Chris any longer, and he had to have an air of disinterest.
"Wow," Torrie said, "I knew it would happen, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Dawn said, "He deserves better."
It was on the tip of his tongue to say that SHE was the one who deserved better. But that was before she betrayed him. Now he thought that she deserved to be with that asshole. The new Chris thought they were both the biggest pieces of shit in the company and he hated them both. They probably planned it out so that he looked like a fool, he wouldn't have put it past that bitch.
"God, match made in hell," Chris piped in, "They deserve each other."
"Definitely," Torrie said, "I mean, those two are barely tolerable."
"Totally," Edge added.
"I just wonder what the kids will be like," Chris laughed.
"Oh God, the visuals," Dawn said, covering her ears.
Stephanie sat down, smoothing out the long skirt of her sundress. Yes, a sundress, she was actually wearing a very plain, very blue sundress. Hunter said he preferred her in this, and she complied and started wearing very simple clothes. She had no need for those ostentatious outfits she used to wear. She only had Hunter now, and if this would make him happy, then she was willing to do it.
"Hey baby, you look so great," Hunter said, reaffirming the way she chose to dress.
"Thank you," she said demurely.
Stephanie had become more withdrawn since the experience with Chris. She wasn't that leader she had been, but instead was a follower to all of Hunter's actions. She just didn't feel the need to be someone else when she needed another person to complete the equation. The fight had just been drained from her, and this was what was left, a simpering fool who rode on Hunter's coattails.
"You want to come out with my match tonight, I'm sure that we can do a last minute storyline change," he said, leaning down to kiss her.
"No, I'm ok staying back here," she said, "I don't want to steal your spotlight."
"You wouldn't."
"Really, it's fine, I don't want to be a burden," she said, ducking her head.
"Ok," he said, kissing her again, "But I better get out there, I have to cut a promo."
"Good luck," she said, smiling at him, her teeth a shiny white.
"I don't need any of that," he said, waving off her statement.
"I just said it to be nice," she muttered under her breath as he left the room.
She leaned back against the couch. She was bored, but what else was new. She had been bored for the longest time. Had it really been two weeks since her falling out with Chris. It seemed like an eternity. She had seen him around every now and then, but he would always leave before she could even look in his direction for more than a second. She could feel the hatred coming from him in waves, and for the first time ever, it was directed at her.
She got up off the couch, straightening out the hideous dress she was wearing. Hunter had told her he liked how she used to dress better, more wholesome, he had told her. She stared down at the ill-fitting dress and had the urge to rip it off and just walk around in her underwear. Instead she just walked out of the dressing room, planning to watch Hunter work.
Chris had a match coming up soon and went to go wait at the gorilla. He didn't want to miss his cue. He had a feeling that the production people were getting mad because he kept showing up for his matches and promos seconds before his music hit. He couldn't help it if he got caught up with his friends. He laughed and stood by a monitor to watch the show.
He scowled immediately as the first thing he saw on the television was Hunter. Talk about the last thing you would want to see. He frowned in distaste. That bastard could have Stephanie, he didn't want her anymore, but that didn't stop him from thinking that Stephanie deserved better than that asshole.
Stephanie came walking down the hallway and she instantly spotted him. She would recognize him anywhere. She almost turned back, not wanting to confront him. She had wanted to talk to him for the past couple weeks, but she didn't know how to go about it without him going completely ballistic on her. She would need to overcome that obstacle first.
She walked over and stood next to him, a few feet separating them. She looked down, not daring to chance a glance over at the blonde man. She then rose her eyes up to meet the television screen, watching the proceedings with a keen interest, anything to not draw too much attention to herself.
Chris didn't need to look over to know she was right there. She had a habit of wanting to watch on the monitors and here she was. He quickly took a peek at her and was almost shocked by what he saw her in. She looked...plain, so incredibly plain. It almost shocked him that she looked so different. He almost opened his mouth to make a sarcastic comment, but stopped himself.
She wanted so desperately to talk to him, just to hear his voice, maybe even that voice he used when he got all hot and bothered with her. Anything to hear his voice again, without the anger that it held the last time they spoke. She thought of one way to get him to talk to her.
"I'm pregnant."
Chris's head shot to the side and looked at her, his eyes impossibly wide as they regarded her. They swept over her body quickly, trying to see any changes, but if there were any, they were too imperceptible. She looked up at him, with doe eyes and then looked down.
"What? I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you," he hissed, "Oh my God, but we used protection!"
"I didn't know how else to get you to talk to me," she smirked, but it was a very small smirk.
"Wait, what?"
"I'm not pregnant."
He almost wanted to wring her neck. In fact, he almost did ring her neck. How dare she use that kind of tactic to get him to talk to her? Talk about your low-down things to do, teasing him with the possibility that he had knocked up a woman he hated. Of course, deep down, that admiration of old shone through.
"Don't fucking do that!" he said, clutching his chest.
"I just wanted you to talk to me," she told him.
"Stephanie, I have nothing to say to you," he said, turning back to look at the monitor.
"I know," she said, looking down.
"Good, then we're through here," he said, feeling that old anger rising up in him. He didn't want to get angry with her right now, where anyone could see.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"Whatever, I don't care."
"No," she sighed, "Not about that, about whatever I did."
She was still playing the innocent card, and it was sickening him. Why didn't she just give it up already? He couldn't believe that she was sticking to this pathetic farce. He knew the truth and for her to just ignore was infuriating. He wanted to just grab her and tell her that she needed to quit the shit with him.
"Steph, give up the act ok?"
"Chris, I don't have an act," she told him vehemently, "I don't know what you're talking about, but whatever I did, whatever it was, I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it."
"Oh," she said, actually thinking that would make it better. Of course, that was silly of her, he hated her now. She had seen him back with his old friends, and he seemed happy, and as much as she would love to just steal him away again, he wouldn't follow.
"Look, don't talk to me ever again ok, simple as that. I have my friends back now, and I don't need you," he said bitterly.
"Hunter and I are engaged," she said, so quietly he strained to hear.
There was that punch in the stomach feeling again. Damn that feeling. It was only because he KNEW, he fucking KNEW that Stephanie deserved better. He hated her with everything in him, he hated what she had done to him, but Hunter was another thing entirely. He deserved to be alone, all alone with nothing, not even his title belt to keep him warm at night.
"I know," he said, biting the inside of his cheek, stopping a remark from coming out.
"Well, he asked, and since I.....don't have.....anyone, I thought that it would be the best thing to do, given the circumstances," she explained.
She was referring to him, and he knew it. It wasn't hard to miss after all. And the subtle little "anyone" that she had said, it was pretty hard to miss. She was trying to bait him back in. This was all an act, and he was her prey and he couldn't let her ensnare him again, he couldn't fall into her trap.
"Yeah, good luck with that," he scoffed, "I'm sure you two will make each other miserable."
She bit her lip, she had to say this, "I didn't lie to you. Not once, and I know you don't believe me, and that's ok, I just needed you to know. You hurt me the other week, and the only other time I had hurt that bad was with Shane."
Fuck, she knew how to cut the knife through his chest didn't she?
"I can't believe you're trying to pull that on me," he said, focusing on the hurt that she had instilled in him.
"I'm not pulling anything you asshole!" Stephanie screeched, "I'm telling you the fucking truth!"
Finally there was some life to this Stephanie clone or whatever she was trying to pull with this new attitude she had adopted.
"Don't yell at me," he hissed, "Don't you ever fucking talk to me again!"
"Fuck you Chris, I don't know what the fuck happened to you, but it's nice to know you're a fucking pussy again."
"At least I'm not dressed like some little fucking angel, when we both know you're anything but innocent."
"You're not innocent either, and yet you prance around here, acting like you're fucking better than everyone else. You're no better than I am."
"I know, and I'm trying so hard to shed this fucking coat you cloaked me in. I don't want to be known as a bastard."
"That's all you'll ever be!"
"No," he said, hauling her against him, "No."
"There's the Chris I know," she said seductively.
She had done it again, "Fuck you Stephanie."
"I think you already did."
"That was a mistake," he told her, narrowing his eyes.
"Might've been, but you can change that, no matter how hard you try."
"No, but I will try my damnedest to forget you."
Torrie screamed as she was being chased by Chris around the locker room that he was sharing with Edge. He caught up to her and picked her up, laughing as he threw her over her shoulder. She squealed and squirmed before he dumped her down on the couch playfully.
"Now you stay there," he said, laughing, "And stop going through my stuff."
"I just wanted to see if you had brought your purple tights, those are my favorite."
"Oh yes Chris, those are my favorite too," Edge said in a girly tone.
Chris just laughed and shook his head at his friends, not even wanting to know the excuses his friends were making. Yes, his friends, as odd as that sounded to his ears. The people who used to hate him had readily accepted him back into the fold. He was surprised that they didn't hate him after all the horrible things that he had done to him, but it seemed they were over it.
He could actually say he was happy. After Stephanie's betrayal, he had thought that he would be a bitter, cynical bastard for the rest of his life, but he was back to his old self, having a million different friends and tons of people to hang out with. It was a tad weird at first, awkward at best, but now he felt back at home.
As for him and Stephanie, he hadn't seen her since that night when they had fucked on the couch of her locker room. He hadn't really let himself think about that night. It had hurt, for one, but when he thought of Stephanie, laying there, it brought up memories he'd rather forget. He was glad he hadn't seen her, and had heard from his friends that she had taken a vacation for a while.
"Oh my God," Christian said, walking into the locker room with Dawn Marie on his heels.
"What?" Edge asked.
"You won't believe the gossip we just heard," Dawn said, walking over to sit on Edge's lap.
"Ok, tell us," Chris said impatiently, "Some of us hate playing the guessing game."
"Stephanie and Hunter are getting married," Christian said, a lilt of disbelief in his voice.
If Chris hadn't felt like he had been punched in the stomach, he might have noticed everyone glancing at him for his reaction. He was almost tempted to go see Stephanie and tell her what a phenomenally huge mistake she was about to make. That's what the old Chris would've done, but he wasn't the old Chris any longer, and he had to have an air of disinterest.
"Wow," Torrie said, "I knew it would happen, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Dawn said, "He deserves better."
It was on the tip of his tongue to say that SHE was the one who deserved better. But that was before she betrayed him. Now he thought that she deserved to be with that asshole. The new Chris thought they were both the biggest pieces of shit in the company and he hated them both. They probably planned it out so that he looked like a fool, he wouldn't have put it past that bitch.
"God, match made in hell," Chris piped in, "They deserve each other."
"Definitely," Torrie said, "I mean, those two are barely tolerable."
"Totally," Edge added.
"I just wonder what the kids will be like," Chris laughed.
"Oh God, the visuals," Dawn said, covering her ears.
Stephanie sat down, smoothing out the long skirt of her sundress. Yes, a sundress, she was actually wearing a very plain, very blue sundress. Hunter said he preferred her in this, and she complied and started wearing very simple clothes. She had no need for those ostentatious outfits she used to wear. She only had Hunter now, and if this would make him happy, then she was willing to do it.
"Hey baby, you look so great," Hunter said, reaffirming the way she chose to dress.
"Thank you," she said demurely.
Stephanie had become more withdrawn since the experience with Chris. She wasn't that leader she had been, but instead was a follower to all of Hunter's actions. She just didn't feel the need to be someone else when she needed another person to complete the equation. The fight had just been drained from her, and this was what was left, a simpering fool who rode on Hunter's coattails.
"You want to come out with my match tonight, I'm sure that we can do a last minute storyline change," he said, leaning down to kiss her.
"No, I'm ok staying back here," she said, "I don't want to steal your spotlight."
"You wouldn't."
"Really, it's fine, I don't want to be a burden," she said, ducking her head.
"Ok," he said, kissing her again, "But I better get out there, I have to cut a promo."
"Good luck," she said, smiling at him, her teeth a shiny white.
"I don't need any of that," he said, waving off her statement.
"I just said it to be nice," she muttered under her breath as he left the room.
She leaned back against the couch. She was bored, but what else was new. She had been bored for the longest time. Had it really been two weeks since her falling out with Chris. It seemed like an eternity. She had seen him around every now and then, but he would always leave before she could even look in his direction for more than a second. She could feel the hatred coming from him in waves, and for the first time ever, it was directed at her.
She got up off the couch, straightening out the hideous dress she was wearing. Hunter had told her he liked how she used to dress better, more wholesome, he had told her. She stared down at the ill-fitting dress and had the urge to rip it off and just walk around in her underwear. Instead she just walked out of the dressing room, planning to watch Hunter work.
Chris had a match coming up soon and went to go wait at the gorilla. He didn't want to miss his cue. He had a feeling that the production people were getting mad because he kept showing up for his matches and promos seconds before his music hit. He couldn't help it if he got caught up with his friends. He laughed and stood by a monitor to watch the show.
He scowled immediately as the first thing he saw on the television was Hunter. Talk about the last thing you would want to see. He frowned in distaste. That bastard could have Stephanie, he didn't want her anymore, but that didn't stop him from thinking that Stephanie deserved better than that asshole.
Stephanie came walking down the hallway and she instantly spotted him. She would recognize him anywhere. She almost turned back, not wanting to confront him. She had wanted to talk to him for the past couple weeks, but she didn't know how to go about it without him going completely ballistic on her. She would need to overcome that obstacle first.
She walked over and stood next to him, a few feet separating them. She looked down, not daring to chance a glance over at the blonde man. She then rose her eyes up to meet the television screen, watching the proceedings with a keen interest, anything to not draw too much attention to herself.
Chris didn't need to look over to know she was right there. She had a habit of wanting to watch on the monitors and here she was. He quickly took a peek at her and was almost shocked by what he saw her in. She looked...plain, so incredibly plain. It almost shocked him that she looked so different. He almost opened his mouth to make a sarcastic comment, but stopped himself.
She wanted so desperately to talk to him, just to hear his voice, maybe even that voice he used when he got all hot and bothered with her. Anything to hear his voice again, without the anger that it held the last time they spoke. She thought of one way to get him to talk to her.
"I'm pregnant."
Chris's head shot to the side and looked at her, his eyes impossibly wide as they regarded her. They swept over her body quickly, trying to see any changes, but if there were any, they were too imperceptible. She looked up at him, with doe eyes and then looked down.
"What? I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you," he hissed, "Oh my God, but we used protection!"
"I didn't know how else to get you to talk to me," she smirked, but it was a very small smirk.
"Wait, what?"
"I'm not pregnant."
He almost wanted to wring her neck. In fact, he almost did ring her neck. How dare she use that kind of tactic to get him to talk to her? Talk about your low-down things to do, teasing him with the possibility that he had knocked up a woman he hated. Of course, deep down, that admiration of old shone through.
"Don't fucking do that!" he said, clutching his chest.
"I just wanted you to talk to me," she told him.
"Stephanie, I have nothing to say to you," he said, turning back to look at the monitor.
"I know," she said, looking down.
"Good, then we're through here," he said, feeling that old anger rising up in him. He didn't want to get angry with her right now, where anyone could see.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"Whatever, I don't care."
"No," she sighed, "Not about that, about whatever I did."
She was still playing the innocent card, and it was sickening him. Why didn't she just give it up already? He couldn't believe that she was sticking to this pathetic farce. He knew the truth and for her to just ignore was infuriating. He wanted to just grab her and tell her that she needed to quit the shit with him.
"Steph, give up the act ok?"
"Chris, I don't have an act," she told him vehemently, "I don't know what you're talking about, but whatever I did, whatever it was, I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it."
"Oh," she said, actually thinking that would make it better. Of course, that was silly of her, he hated her now. She had seen him back with his old friends, and he seemed happy, and as much as she would love to just steal him away again, he wouldn't follow.
"Look, don't talk to me ever again ok, simple as that. I have my friends back now, and I don't need you," he said bitterly.
"Hunter and I are engaged," she said, so quietly he strained to hear.
There was that punch in the stomach feeling again. Damn that feeling. It was only because he KNEW, he fucking KNEW that Stephanie deserved better. He hated her with everything in him, he hated what she had done to him, but Hunter was another thing entirely. He deserved to be alone, all alone with nothing, not even his title belt to keep him warm at night.
"I know," he said, biting the inside of his cheek, stopping a remark from coming out.
"Well, he asked, and since I.....don't have.....anyone, I thought that it would be the best thing to do, given the circumstances," she explained.
She was referring to him, and he knew it. It wasn't hard to miss after all. And the subtle little "anyone" that she had said, it was pretty hard to miss. She was trying to bait him back in. This was all an act, and he was her prey and he couldn't let her ensnare him again, he couldn't fall into her trap.
"Yeah, good luck with that," he scoffed, "I'm sure you two will make each other miserable."
She bit her lip, she had to say this, "I didn't lie to you. Not once, and I know you don't believe me, and that's ok, I just needed you to know. You hurt me the other week, and the only other time I had hurt that bad was with Shane."
Fuck, she knew how to cut the knife through his chest didn't she?
"I can't believe you're trying to pull that on me," he said, focusing on the hurt that she had instilled in him.
"I'm not pulling anything you asshole!" Stephanie screeched, "I'm telling you the fucking truth!"
Finally there was some life to this Stephanie clone or whatever she was trying to pull with this new attitude she had adopted.
"Don't yell at me," he hissed, "Don't you ever fucking talk to me again!"
"Fuck you Chris, I don't know what the fuck happened to you, but it's nice to know you're a fucking pussy again."
"At least I'm not dressed like some little fucking angel, when we both know you're anything but innocent."
"You're not innocent either, and yet you prance around here, acting like you're fucking better than everyone else. You're no better than I am."
"I know, and I'm trying so hard to shed this fucking coat you cloaked me in. I don't want to be known as a bastard."
"That's all you'll ever be!"
"No," he said, hauling her against him, "No."
"There's the Chris I know," she said seductively.
She had done it again, "Fuck you Stephanie."
"I think you already did."
"That was a mistake," he told her, narrowing his eyes.
"Might've been, but you can change that, no matter how hard you try."
"No, but I will try my damnedest to forget you."